Find the police officer from yesterday and check the shoe repairman's temporary residence permit.
Zheng Haishan said to the police officer, "Could you please verify this person's place of origin? I'll take some people to his current residence first. This needs to be done quickly."
After giving the instructions, Zheng Haishan led his men to the shoe repairman's residence.
"This man is Liu Amao, born in 1933, and is fifty-seven years old this year. He is from Lianjiang, Fujian Province," Zheng Haishan explained to his team members about the shoe repairman.
After Zheng Haishan finished speaking, Zhang Bo interrupted, "Captain Zheng, if someone dares to infiltrate here, could their identity be fake too?"
"I know, but I'm telling you this because we're about the same age and we also have the same accent."
Soon the group arrived at the shoe repairman's house, which was about two kilometers away from the supply and marketing cooperative—neither too far nor too close. The round trip by foot would take about twenty minutes.
The temporary residence permit had a detailed address, and I quickly found it by the house number. It was a large courtyard with many households.
Those who were supposed to go to work have gone to work, and those who remain in the courtyard are mostly elderly people from various families and children who haven't started school yet.
Suddenly, seven or eight people rushed into the yard. An older woman asked, "What are you doing here? Who are you looking for?"
"Auntie! Doesn't a man named Liu Amao live here and repair shoes at the supply and marketing cooperative?" Zheng Haishan said, pulling out his ID to prove his identity.
The older woman nodded and said, "Yes, they live in the last house. They usually leave very early, and I guess they've left today too."
As he spoke, he led Zheng Haishan and the others to the last room.
The door wasn't locked, and it looked like there were still people inside.
Zheng Haishan knocked on the door, but there was no response. An older woman nearby said, "Comrade, has he done something wrong?"
"It's hard to say, it's still in the investigation stage. We're mainly here to get some information from him," Zheng Haishan replied.
The woman called out to the door, "Old Liu! Are you home? The police want to ask you something. If you're inside, open the door."
He called out twice, but when there was no response, he went up and knocked on the door again.
I knocked, and the door opened.
The woman was so frightened that she took a step back. Zheng Haishan stepped forward and pushed the door open with his hand, pressing his whole body against the door. The other team members also spread out and prepared for tactics. Some of them had already reached for their lower backs.
Zheng Haishan cautiously pressed his face against the door and peered inside. The room was dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He then said to someone behind him, "Flashlight."
When the lights illuminated the room, Zheng Haishan saw a patch of blood and immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
Go inside first and look for light cables or switches on the surrounding walls.
Seeing a vertical rope at the door, I quickly pulled it, and the lights inside the house came on.
The men who followed him in gasped when they saw the scene inside.
The room was small, only about twelve or thirteen square meters, with a bed, a table, and some miscellaneous items. This was where Liu Amao lived.
At this moment, Liu Amao was lying on the bed, blood flowing down the bed and onto the floor, and a huge slit appeared on his neck.
"Get out of here, all of you. Notify the local authorities to come and investigate," Zheng Haishan said to his men.
Because the area is too small and there are too many of them, if they damage the scene, it will cause trouble for the local investigation.
As everyone came out, the older woman was still asking, "Is Liu Amao still inside?"
“Inside, dead,” Zhang Bo replied. This prompted the woman to repeat in a shrill voice, “Dead?”
The area in question falls under the jurisdiction of Honggou District. After receiving the news, the local police officer rushed over, secured the scene, and then notified the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment.
The local police officer from the supply and marketing cooperative area also came to deliver a message to Zheng Haishan, saying that he was verifying Liu Amao's local situation and that the man was at home and a farmer.
It's obvious the shoe repairman used Liu Amao's identity, so who this person really is remains a mystery.
So who is sending the messages and eavesdropping?
If the shoe repairman were involved, what role would he play?
Who is the person above you, and who is the person below you?
Who killed him?
See, the broken node is very crucial. If the person in the middle is cut off, then the person connecting the line above and the person liaising below will be unable to reach the other party.
They found nothing useful at the shoe repairman's house. They then went to the shoe repair shop, cordoned it off, and went inside to search.
They found a ring of thin wires, but didn't know what they were for; only Zhang Bo could figure out what they were for.
They had someone bring over the radio they found yesterday. After comparing it with the others, they pointed to the marks on it and said, "This wire is the one that connects to the radio, transmitting signals by shorting it."
Everyone understands the principle; they're all in communications. Zheng Haishan thought about the sound of blacksmithing he heard yesterday, and the iron feet and the small hammer he saw. Suddenly, something came to mind.
Use electrical wires to recreate the scene. Connect one end of the wire to the radio and the other end to the iron foot and hammer.
When the hammer and the iron foot collide, the radio emits a beeping signal.
The switch is on the first floor, and the transmitter is on the fourth floor.
It's probably hidden in a crowded area. So who's on the fourth floor looking after the laptop? There should be someone else. Given the shoe repairman's age, mastering modern technology might be difficult, but it's possible he doesn't know how, or maybe he has studied it.
We need to find a third person now, otherwise the shoe repairman won't die, he'll just run away.
In the afternoon, Zheng Haishan also received Zhang Haiyan's information.
After looking at it, he said, "This young lady has studied in Russia, and there are no problems with her information and records."
"Should we keep a closer eye on it?" Zhang Bo suggested.
"Call Lei Jun and ask for her phone number? Isn't that just wiretapping? We'll do that too."
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